Friday at the Biscuit:

Last night, A-- and I went to the Flying Biscuit in Candler Park. A friend of mine from high school is a manager there, so we got to talk to him and got the "good buddy" discount. Cool. Our waiter was nuts, but the food was delicious, and the waiter seemed impressed that we knew S--.

I got home about 11:45, and was sort of putzing around as you do. My cell phone rang about 1:00. I assumed it was a mistake, but saw the call was from another high school friend, D--. So I answered it and D-- demanded, "why didn't you tell me you were in town?" Now I last talked to D-- in July or August, and he was in NYC, on a trip to LA, no mention of Atlanta anywhere in these plans. But he's here now. Yay! What with the UofC alum happy hour thing and A--, D--, and S--, perhaps I can begin to have a social life.